Chapter 56

As the room plunged into darkness, they shed their clothes, surrendering to a moment of passionate intimacy. An hour later, Ainslie lay in Clinton's embrace, her head resting on his chest as he stroked it tenderly. Naked under the duvet, they shared a quiet moment of respite.

In the aftermath, Clinton's thoughts turned to Bryson, and a sneer formed on his lips. "How dare that miserable thing mock you? What gives him the right?"

Ainslie, concerned about her ongoing relationship with Bryson, sought reassurance. "I don't know. We need to do something about him, Clinton because it doesn't seem like my ties with him will be severed anytime soon."

"Don't worry, babe. This time, it will be me who takes action," Clinton declared, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Looking up at him, Ainslie inquired, "What else can we do?"

"Eliminate him," Clinton uttered, his words carrying a sinister tone.

"What?" As Ainslie grasped the gravity of his suggestion, her eyes widened, and she sat up, instinc